Wicked Intentions

However, Ling Chuxi did not feel discouraged because of this. The Flowing Clouds Sect was one of the five great sects that had stood firm for thousands of years, and the Golden Pill Sect had just begun to rebuild. Thus, it was normal for them to lose in terms of strength. As long as those young disciples made unremitting efforts, there would always be a chance to catch up to the Flowing Clouds Sect and regain their sect's former glory. 

The Flowing Clouds Sect was filled with their disciples. Many disciples were milling about, and upon seeing Yan Rusong, they would bow in greeting. It seemed that Yan Rusong was considerably popular in the Flowing Clouds Sect.

Because there were so many disciples around, Ling Chuxi didn't notice Wei Zhixuan and Yue Pingjian in the distance, but Wei Zhixuan's eyes were locked on her face.

"What's the matter, do you know them?" Yue Pingjian asked when he notice Wei Zhixuan's strained expression.